I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

There is a sword, a Japanese tachi.

The sword is three feet three long and one and a half inches wide.

The blade is like frost and snow, and the blade pattern is like clouds. Even though it is blocked by the scabbard, you can still feel the chill coming from you.

Even from the perspective of the servants who are proficient in all weapons of ancient and modern times, this sword is considered to be a first-class item, a murderous weapon specially born for fighting.

Even if it is used in a battle between servants, it is more than enough.

However, what is unexpected is that the sword is not held by any servant, but by the Master.

The priest named Shirou holds the knife in his right hand, raises the index finger and middle finger of his left hand sideways, and wipes along the blade from bottom to top.

Whether by accident or deliberate inspection, the sharp blade cut the priest's finger. The red blood quickly overflowed and flowed through the ferocious blood groove on the blade surface, adding a touch of coquettish color to the sword.

Shirou's face showed no emotion when his finger was scratched, and he didn't seem to care about the scratch on his finger at all. He casually held a knife in his hand, and when he put the knife in front of his eyes again, the blade was as clear as before, reflecting the boy's brown skin and white hair like a mirror.

Finally, he glanced at the two-character inscription at the end of the blade, which was dazzled by the reflection. The young man, who was dressed in a monk's uniform that had not changed for thousands of years, inserted the sword into the scabbard and showed a sincere smile from the heart.

"Thank you, caster, for making such a great knife."

"No, no, my power is not worth mentioning at all, just because that sword is a rare and famous sword. Otherwise, it would not be able to reach the level of C-level Noble Phantasm."

Although I don't know whether Shakespeare is really being modest or speaking sarcastically, the term "C-level Noble Phantasm" still surprises the servants, including Assassin Semiramis.

"--ah?"

"What's going on? Can you create a Noble Phantasm?"

"Your unique skill...should be 'enchantment'. Is it that power?"

"That's right."

In response to Semiramis's question, Shakespeare proudly puffed out his chest and affirmed.

Strictly speaking, Red Caster—Shakespeare’s skill cannot be called magic. It is impossible to strengthen the instrument to the level of a Noble Phantasm by simply strengthening magic.

But it's not like he cast magic on the knife. He just looked at the knife Shirou handed him and "wrote" how sharp the knife was and what a bloodthirsty product it was.

Language and writing can distort the world. This is the ability of writers. Shakespeare is the most outstanding writer in human history, so he can make the impossible possible.

Conceptual weapons - There is a kind of weapon in the world that does not use physical power but works through the concept of the object itself. Based on the articles written by Shakespeare's soul, even if the target is just a small stone on the roadside, it can still have the concept of killing.

Of course, this ability also has limits. Depending on the level of the object being painted, a Noble Phantasm ranging from E-level to C-level can be created.

"...Can I ask a question? Why don't you use this to fight?"

Karna, who remained silent, asked, and his question was indeed reasonable. Since you can turn a mere sword into a Noble Phantasm, you can just use it to fight.

"We don't know how to write our own stories, because we can only weave other people's stories, and we have nothing else to write. Furthermore, we want to witness the outcome of the Holy Grail War with our own eyes."

Shakespeare replied in a firm tone.

Karna understood what he meant, frowned and said:

"Does that mean I'm afraid of trouble?"

"Well, almost."

Hmm - Karna nodded to express his understanding.

"Then there's nothing you can do about it. Your goal is to tell the story of someone other than yourself. Regardless of whether the result is destruction or tragedy, you have to write it to the end. Therefore, surviving until the last moment should be your goal. In It is naturally impossible to fight on the front line."

Regarding these cold words, Shakespeare smiled happily:

"We must do this! No matter happiness or misfortune, or the truth of despair! Until the end, watching your stories is our mission!"

As a Servant summoned by the Holy Grail War, this line is completely inconsistent with his status. He said it categorically - he would stay on the sidelines until the end.

In this regard, Atalanta and Achilles no longer knew whether to feel helpless or angry.

"Master, what do you want to do with this knife...?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course, it is as a final insurance." Shirou said, taking out the things he had prepared from his arms.

The cotton rope on the handle is an indispensable tool that is wrapped around the handle to increase the friction between the sword and the hand to improve the feel.

The lower thread of the scabbard is used to fix the scabbard on the belt for easy carrying.

Wrapping the cotton rope around the handle of the knife and hanging it around his waist, Shirou nodded with satisfaction.

"In this way, the final preparations are completed."

"You want to go to the battlefield?" Semiramis's face changed and she shook her head repeatedly, "No, you are the master. Just leave the fighting to our servants."

"Although you seem to have accumulated a lot of combat experience, in the end you are still a human being."

"If we meet the other party's servant, it will be over."

As Achilles and Atalanta said, a Master who is still in the human realm is too fragile compared to a Servant, and even having a Noble Phantasm cannot change this reality.

Generally speaking, the Master should not run to the front line under any circumstances. Servants do not necessarily only target the Servants. If the enemy's Master is a person with rational thinking and sees the Master arrogantly running to the front line, he will usually order his servants to kill him. As soon as the master dies, the countdown to the death of the servant begins. At least it is impossible to continue fighting with all our strength.

What's more, the next battle will undoubtedly be a decisive battle. Not only are the servants colliding with each other, but all the chess pieces must be mobilized. It is a war of unprecedented scale.

In such a situation, as a mere human being, he would find it unbearable no matter how much he thought about it.

"Don't judge me by ordinary human standards. I'm very strong." I don't know if his youthful appearance and gentle smile were too deceptive, but no one took his words seriously.

Achilles shook his hand like a fly: "Yes, yes, I know you are very powerful among humans, but leave the fighting to us."

"I'm really strong!"

Facing the Master who was showing off his strength like a child, Semiramis sighed.

"Master, no matter how confident you are, please remember that you are my master, and your death is equivalent to my death. So, please don't risk your life."

Having said that, Shirou had no choice but to agree.

"Okay. I won't participate in the battle while you can handle it, but if something unexpected happens -"

"With us here, there will be no accidents!" Achilles tossed his hair coolly, "You can just enjoy our bravery here with peace of mind."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Shirou took a deep look at the city of Milenia, whose outline could be vaguely discerned, and forced himself to suppress his boiling blood.

"It looks like Black has discovered us, and I can sense they are in some degree of confusion."

With the archer's skill of "clairvoyance", Atalanta can grasp to some extent the situation of the walled city shrouded in darkness several kilometers away. Relying on the instinct of the beast, she can also feel the breath invisible to the eyes.

"In that case, I will take advantage of this moment to get the 'miscellaneous soldiers' to line up."

Semiramis raised his hand high, and a cauldron with a diameter of three meters appeared in front of everyone, suspended in the air.

"Miscellaneous soldiers?"

Achilles looked at Semiramis doubtfully, who smiled seductively.

"A war with only generals and no soldiers is not very decent. Even if it is just a mere cyborg or golem, it is quite annoying to get together. I will select some dragon tooth soldiers appropriately. If there are three thousand, it should be enough. ?”

The dragon tooth soldiers made from dragon teeth are all miscellaneous soldiers who can be thrown away after use... However, even if they are thrown away after use, the number of three thousand people is really too abnormal.

"Of course the more the better...but assassin, that's not possible anyway, right?"

"Of course it's impossible in general. But as long as I'm in this sky garden, there's nothing I can't do."

Regarding Achilles' question, Semiramis said with a confident smile. Under her control, the cauldron crossed the boundary of the garden and quickly circled around again.

In an instant, the slightly yellowed bone fragments contained inside fell on the ground like rain. As they landed, the bone fragments grew like plants, eventually forming skeleton soldiers with lizard-like heads.

"...It seems very fragile."

Atalanta looked down and pondered.

"Ah, you are right. It is indeed very fragile, extremely fragile. But there are a lot of them anyway. Not to mention Servant as an opponent, but it should be enough to be an opponent of androids. If the opponent's Caster is like us, If the one next to him is also a miscellaneous soldier, maybe he can be defeated."

"Hahaha, this sentence is really harsh. But I'm afraid no Caster in the world is as elegant a writer as me!" (Andersen, Alexandre Dumas and other literary giants expressed their praise.)

Shakespeare retorted nonchalantly. Semiramis had decided not to say anything.

"Black's gang finally came out."

In the dark front where everyone except Atalanta could only see, the Thousand World Tree clan and its followers seemed to have finally taken action.

This is completely different from the small-scale battles so far. There are battlefields, soldiers, weapons, and generals. There is territory to fight for, and more importantly, there is a "king" that must be conquered.

"So, who will take the lead?"

In response to Shirou's question, Atalanta, Achilles, and Karna all looked at each other. Shakespeare, who did not intend to participate, acted as if it had nothing to do with him.

Karna shook his head wordlessly - it seemed to mean "please go first".

Then, Achilles and Atalanta looked at each other. It seems that both of them want to be the first to take the lead.

Semiramis shrugged helplessly, while Shakespeare said that he would dedicate psalms of praise to the warriors who led the charge, adding fuel to their fire.

"...Please discuss this in a peaceful manner."

Although they did not comply with Shirou's request, the two still agreed to a compromise plan.

"I'll take the lead."

Achilles made a decision, but Atalanta summoned the bow as her own weapon and raised it high into the air.

"But it's up to me to launch the preemptive attack. I originally planned to release the Noble Phantasm."

"I understand, then it's settled."

"This is the first time the two of us have worked together. Do you want to write a love poem?"

In response to Shakespeare's proposal, Achilles replied with joy:

"Oh, please."

But Atalanta frowned reluctantly:

"No, let's skip it."

So Shakespeare combined the two opinions and decided to create a sad poem describing a lovelorn man.

"ah--"

In this way, amid Shakespeare's chants, the decisive battle began.

PS: Enchant: Level A

Red Caster Shakespeare's skills. It can also be called "famous writing". Starting with the opening line "Now let me tell you clearly how powerful this thing is, please don't get bored and listen carefully.", and read out a poem like a raging wave. Enhance the sharpness or strength of the blade through words such as "can cut off all things in the world" or "can block all kinds of attacks". But each requires literary expression that is enough to move readers.

It is said that as long as you are a famous writer, you have a very high chance of possessing it, regardless of skills or noble phantoms.

If it were the famous Shakespeare, he could even make a C-E grade Noble Phantasm. If it is an E-level Noble Phantasm, you can just pick up a stone on the road; if you are a D-level Noble Phantasm, you have the opportunity to turn modern weapons and other industrial mass products into a Noble Phantasm; if it is a C-level Noble Phantasm, it must have the corresponding spiritual power, and it must be enough to match the literary genius' vocabulary. Just describe the weapon.